Father, I lost something this week and I cannot tell anyone. Not really.
It is not the kind of loss with a funeral. There will not be a casserole. People will not check in.
But it is real. The thing I was hoping for did not happen. The version of life I had been picturing is gone. The chair is empty in a way only I can see.
You see it. You see what they don't.
Hold the part of me that is grieving in a language no one around me speaks. Witness the loss. Sit beside it.
I do not need it fixed tonight. I need You to know it counted.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.